A/N: this was a story I had to do as an English assignment. Please enjoy. (read and review)

Prologue …

A girl screams, but nobody comes. She yells for help, and they turn away. She's bleeding and crying but no one helps. They don't even look at her. They just frown and turn away. "its not are problem." They think. "someone else will help" they say. But their wrong. No one comes, no one helps. Everyone just looks and turns away, leaving her to die and turn into another fallen Rose…

Rose One…

Dark. Everything is dark, cold, and wet. Where am I? Who am I? Why am I here? Too many questions, too little time. I place my small, pale hand on the hard floor. Its wet. I turn and grace my hand gently across the wall. Its sticky and cold. I try to stand but I cant find the strength. Am I dead? What happened? Did I get drugged? Why? I slowly close my eyes and shake my head, trying to rid my mind of those nasty thoughts, but I find that I cant so I try to remember what happened. My mind races then goes blank. Nothing. I feel empty inside as if I'm no longer me. Like I don't exist anymore.

Does anyone know I'm here? Do I even know where here is? I open my eyes slowly as my body begins to shake. Not out of cold but from fear. I lean back against the cold, sticky wall and hug my knees. I'm alone and scarred. I don't know where I am or how I got here. My vision starts to blur as tears rush into my eyes. They bite at the edge of them, begging me to free them. I shut my bright green eyes in an attempt to control them but they leek out. More and more come rushing out, like a waterfall, stinging me as they slide silently down my cheeks and fall upon my arms and knees.

I blink trying to rid them for good but they won't go away. I give up and begin to sob. My tears grow faster and my cry's get harder and louder. I bend my head down letting my short pink hair fall gently past my face. My body begins to shake as I cry onto my knees. My sobs grow and echo back to me through the small dark area that imprisons me, creating a sad lullaby. That helps me cry myself to sleep.